Notes: People who do not like Lovely Complex are clearly on heavy drugs. Much like this fic!

A Matter of Weight Ratio

Nobuko wasn't terribly surprised when she entered the classroom one day, only to find Risa hanging out one of the windows despondently, looking rather like someone had accidentally sat on her cat and squished it to death.

"Well?" she tucked her hair behind her ears and set her legs firmly—it was always good to take precautions with Risa, after all, "What is it?"

"I—I—!" Risa wailed in abject misery. "Nobu-chan, I'm—"

Nobuko dodged the sudden, furious tackling glomp Risa attempted and stood unmoved whilst the tall girl crashed to the floor. "Well? What's wrong with you? Should I call the nurse?"

Otani chose this moment to make his grand appearance. He paused, the door halfway open, and studied the scene before him: his girlfriend weeping, and a rapidly approaching homicide Nobuko.

He very wisely shut the door. Nakao paused in his animated recount of the weekend, and squinted at his friend in confusion. "What's wrong? We'll be late."

"I am not going in there," Otani said very firmly, and glowered up at Nakao through his bangs. Nakao stared at him for a moment, and then very gently picked the shorter boy up, and set him to the side.

Otani fumed.

"Nobu-chan?" Nakao called tentatively, as Risa was still making a scene all over the place. A couple of juniors paused as they passed the room, shooting her curious looks, before beaming Otani with a rather pointed 'fix-it-you-worthless-shrimp' kind of glare.

"Get him in here," Nobuko hissed through her teeth, and before Otani had time to flee, Nakao was dragging him in by his collar and depositing him before his mess of a girlfriend. Risa abruptly cut herself off, staring at his shoes with undisguised horror. Otani felt slightly hurt. He was even more so when she launched herself behind Nobuko, gripping her friend firmly around the waist and using her as a human shield.

"No! I can't let him see me like this! I'm huge!"

Otani stared at her. He didn't quite get it. "…You are only just realizing this?"

Risa paused in her shrieking long enough to hit him with one of the most betrayed looks to ever grace human expression. "I—I don't need to hear that coming from you! What's wrong with you?! Why didn't you eat more as a kid?!"

"What're you talking about?" he said lowly, and started dragging her out of the room by her elbow. Risa sniffled, her nose and eyes very red. She was also dragging her heels petulantly, just like a child.

"You meanie."

"Risa."

"You—you—I'm fat!" she cried, and covered her face with her hands.

Otani just sort of stared at her, "Are you drunk?"

"YOU ARE A HORRIBLE BOYFRIEND!" she screeched, and tried to pull his hair out. He squirmed away, swatting at her.

"What's your problem?! I just said you weren't fat!"

"You told me I was drunk!" she insisted, her face rapidly becoming blotchy. He suspected his was much the same.

"I was implying that you weren't fat!"

"I weigh twenty pounds more than you do!" she hissed, looking horribly ashamed. He gaped at her.

"…look. I don't think you're fat. You aren't. Actually, you're kind of twiggy. And—and you're a lot prettier than any girl I've dated so far, s-so, just, stop crying. Please." He looked at his shoes, and was deeply relieved when her sniffing died out. There was a beat of silence.

"Hey, Otani."

"What?"

"I love you."

His face flared up horribly, "D-don't worry about it," he said kind of desperately, and sort of patted her head in what he hoped was a comforting manner. He had to stand on his toes. She beamed at him. Tentatively, he smiled back.